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“And after the drugs, the sex, the squats, the art, the casual stance toward hygiene and formality…How long does someone have to live their life before they fully possess it?”

the new york times article with more info on Dash

dearest anal aphis,

it’s eugene the poogene.

hmm…   so like, i kinda entered a doritos commercial contest again this year.  the grand prize is a jillion dollars and if i win, i promise to spend 200,000 dollars on a party that you are either all invited to or i’ll at least let you serve beverages to the celebrities.

when the ny times approached me for an interview and asked what me what my sources were for artisitic inspiration, i wistfully looked out the window and pensively replied that the early works of Godard and Kurosawa were major influences. have a look, some of you may think that i copied their styles exactly-

eugene the poogene does doritoes

…and happy thanksgiving!

this year i would have to say that i am very thankful that at one point in your life, you didn’t really know me that well and thus gave me your email address thinking i would never abuse it.

(sorry!)

umm-  i am also so thankful for you.  really.  every single day i’m so thankful for all of the beautiful souls that have befriended me in their lives.  i’m sorry if it seems that i have ever taken you for granted or have not expressed it fully to you .  they say you should really find strength from within yourself, but unfortunately i can’t-  the only way i am able to walk around in a red spandex unitard is because i know i have a circle of friends to run to at the end of the day that will love me no matter what i do.

doesn’t that make you feel great?  to know that you are responsible for some korean monkey walking around in a red spandex unitard.

(i’ll give you a minute to pat yourself on the back, while i take this opportunity to look at myself in the mirror)

seriously… i can’t think of anything more valuable to me in my life.   without my friends i am nothing.  (i mean, i’m still nothing- butt because of my friends, i don’t have to act like it)

i wholeheartedly love you so impossibly much, it’s nauseating.

we should reconnect soon and have butt sex.  or tea.

happy thanksgiving my beautiful beautiful friends.

love,

eugene the poogene

POOLPARTY4 Zee great fortress

Join us.

Ain’t no reason not to!

WARM DJs:
Ritesh (Jigsaw Records)
Tony Watson (Mekanic)
Chris C (LA/London)

This Saturday Aug 2nd 20008 1-8pm
Kids welcomed!!

Custom Hotel
8639 Lincoln Blvd LA,CA 90045
Hosts Ram-a-lam
& Resident DJ CRenee

Xo,
CR
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GOODIES from LAST WEEK – POOLPARTY3 with Chris & Anton:

Live Recording
Video
Pics

Lily by Ryan McGuinley

I keep thinking of a friend who died last year, Lily. She died on March 22nd 2007. One day on the dance floor in the Wall street area at the chinese restaurant basement disco, a bolt of lightning shot between her, agathe and I. I miss her deeply.

So maybe motivated by her spirit, I finally summoned the bravery to picked up three rolls of five year old film I dropped off for development two months ago. I think I was afraid of seeing things from the past. But the past isn’t that bad.

these pics are from the rolls. This one was just after the blizzard of 2003 in February. It was Melanie’s Birthday and we were at some red bar with a pool table in the back on 8th ave and 14th. All the Texans in New York we knew were there, sick of being trapped in big coats out doors or worst trapped indoors ran out and played in the still melting snow in near skivvies (well, it felt like it).

this one , I think is one night after passerby. I think that’s thomas when he was going through his owl necklace phase. Shopi was house sitting for Bjork so we all went there and were up till the Gay Pride Parade went off that sunday morning up 8th or was it 6th ave. Thomas went out to join the festivities and sadly reported that he looked more “gay” than anyone out there. What happened to the plums and glitter and platforms that were once the uniform of New York’s finest? Khakis and button downs, the price paid for acceptance.

this is melanie captured in an indignantly seductive mouth shot as she is prone to do. This was another great day, summer… it started off with a kick-ball  game in prospect park, food, beer, bikes and sunshine in the foreign massive green world that is prospect park. A select few of us ended up on our roof, and I had the great idea to break out some spray paint cans.

Tim Barber sprayed “Live Animals” + sexy boy-toy Ryan the Stay Gold model/hostest at Kate’s Joint. Tim took these photos. I have pics of the wall we created too, but they’re in storage on Flatbush. I had to paint over that wall later due to neighborhood complaints. But I used to wear my live animals t all the time. Here’s more of the photos

my new crush, originally uploaded by ChristineRenee.net.

First, a big thank you to all who danced, who celebrated, who contributed and on and on. It was a beautiful and stellar night. Thanks to everyone.

A labor of love from the beginning, we rented out the space, hired the security, set-up the sound, there were bands and drinks and DJs, but most of all it was the first party I’ve thrown from scratch where I felt like everything came together perfectly allowing me to be behind the decks radiating this immense love I felt in the pit of my stomach for everyone there and the world beyond us.

there was a guy dressed as Tigger giving out hash hits

I almost set-up the recorder for the “what we played last night series” but in the end decided against it. I’m so glad I did. If you were there you know what it sounded like. If you are curious, try to make it next time. I did the warm-up set, Heidi the birthday girl followed and Osamu after her. They both killed it. I really felt like they were sharing and exploring something new within themselves via the music.

Little pieces of magic happened everywhere, like my friend Jose who flew in fresh from New York and surprised me on the dance floor. We got into a lot of crazy dance styles and chants like, “who’s your mama? Obama!” and somewhere in the middle of it he lost his iPhone. Now, what are the chances of it showing up on a crowded dance floor, and showing up not crushed by someones heel?

The funny thing was, there’s this song Jose gave me on 45 a while ago, and I thought of it before I left the house knowing that for some reason I had to play it at the party and not knowing he’d be there. Its a slow song and when things were dying down, around 6am, I played said  song and as it was ending, this guy came up to the booth and said, “Someone lost their iPhone.” Low and behold.

That’s the kind of magic we had going. Happy Birthday to Heidi, Helen of Soccermom, T the security guy and Helen’s drummer Matt.

XO and until next time.

p.s. once again we’re short on photos. If you have any to share I’d love to see them. Send them to me! cr@christinerenee.net

more photos here

It’s been a crazy three nights of music: Saturday was disco time, Sunday I laid down in a yoga studio for three hours while Krishna Das made a record and everyone chanted around me, and last night, I went to the Viper Room to see an old friend’s band play, A Place to Bury Strangers.

listen to:
missing you
from their self titled release on killer pimp records

I guess more than talk about how awesome it was to see this particular group of old friends and to share our updates of where we are now, I want to talk about their music.

its awesome, in the my bloody valentine vein with a lot of dark beauty and fierceness in the delivery. Maybe what sets these guys apart is the layering in their noise field that is evocative, wave and dream like.

They are playing tonight at the Silverlake Lounge in LA. If you’re into this type of music you’ll want to catch these guys now, trust me.

xo,

CR

Also, I’m DJing with the Arab Parrot and Blu Jemz
pics from the last Party Chris threw there

DJs Tony Watson and Simon Woolfy at their party last night.

Wow. I played for 12 hours with a 30min break and finished the on the roof downtown and then in Hollywood at the Standards. Listened to stories of a white and rising hip-hop star’s stories of being a crack head and living in San Fran with a billionaire “straight” man and sang Jackson Brown songs with two indie rockers from Portland, then to south central for TW and SW’s loft party. It was fun, but I feel like poop today. Love.

cocks, originally uploaded by ChristineRenee.net.

I went to the AFM – American Film Market yesterday in Santa Monica. I was really curious to see how this stuff works… the selling and acquisition of big budget movies. Its worse than you might expect, but I hear its great on shrooms.

I met a huge, aged tranny who sat next to an ex-Patriot linebacker turned movie producer who offered to fly me to bangcock to work in his adventure films, a martial arts actor who swore he was the president of ABC and that he’d “make me a star,” a friend of Paul Sev’s who was pretty cool and just finished a doc about the history of Mexican Rock, and this big-time movie producer from Paramount.

Since he was such a big shot, all the hungry people with big dreams invested in this convention come to him and tell their story. He indulged me in saying I was an actress and we sat watching the sun set over the Pacific while the next-big-things and their 17 year old girlfriends told us stores of working with the greats: Pacino, De Niro… and trying to get your picture with these people without seeming like an asshole.

then I was off to meet Hunter at the Tracy Emin opening in the Gagosian

Ezra was there. He says hi, Kate.